Imagine If....

You have no love: Part 1

Thranduil POV

The battle for the mountain had began. My elves fighting with those half-wits people call dwarves. I do not like dwarves, they are greedy and selfish- however I hate orcs that little bit more.

I had made my way across the battle field, now standing amongst the lifeless bodies in Dale. Elves everywhere, nothing but a departed soul left in them. Some not did not even have the chance to close their eyes; they just lay there, empty eyes staring into an abyss of nothing.
No more, I will not risk the life of any more elvish blood for this ruined land. It has brought nothing but death. I call back my guards, praying that Y/N will be among them. I cannot lose my love, not again. I cannot take that pain again. The pain of loss.
I have always been haunted by my past, always reminded of what happened. When I had met Y/N, the hole in my heart had shrunk. She had looked upon me with nothing but kindness and love. She had treated Legolas as if he was her own. He looks to her as a mother.
I have not treated her the way I should have. I haven't given her everything I was meant to, every bit love that I could share; I was afraid of being hurt again.

I walked through Dale, determined to find Y/N and return to Greenwood- or Mirkwood as they now call it. However as I approached an arch of stone, there was a certain she-elf stood in my path.

"Get out of my way." I growled at Tauriel.

"You will not leave, not now. You have hidden yourself in your selfish walls too many years for you to now return there. You will not turn your back on these people, not again." She spoke, confidence in her voice.

"Yes, they will die. They will be slaughtered, or injured or just plainly grow to the end. It will always happen, and there is nothing you can do about it. They are mortal. They will not survive." I spat at her. She took out her bow, and aimed an arrow right between my eyes. To say I was a little thrown off would not be a lie.

"You think your life is any more important than theirs? I have seen the way you treat your people, your kingdom. I have seen the way you treat Y/N. You do not give her the love she deserves, you do not deserve her. You have no love." disgust laced within her voice.
I turned away in thought. She was right. I did not deserve Y/N, yet she seems to look past every one of my flaws and love me still.
I grab my sword and cut her bow in half, watching as she slowly dropped it in disbelief. I pointed my sword directly at her heart, rage coursing through my veins.

"You think you know a thing about love? You know nothing. You know not about my love for Y/N, you do not understand. You are but a low. Lonely. Elf." I spat with venom.
Before I could make another move, a familiar sword had blocked mine from Tauriel's chest, pushing it down to my side. It was Y/N.

"If you are going to kill my best friend, then you will have to kill me." She spoke, a mix of sadness and disappointment in her voice. I looked in her eyes, searching for any sign of a joke. She was serious. How could she possibly think that I am capable of even thinking badly of her, let alone hurting her. I am in love with her.

"Tell me, my love. Are you going to kill me?" She spoke, a tear streaming down her soft, shaped cheekbone.

What have I done?